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Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 9: in the house of labor 1896-1897; aet. 77-78 (search)
meeting at the unveiling of the Shaw Monument. You can't think how beautiful the work is. The ceremonies took place Monday, beginning with a procession which came through Beacon Street. Governor Wolcott, in a barouche and four, distinctly bowed to me. The New York Seventh Regiment came on and marched beautifully; our Cadets marched about as well. There was also a squad from our battleships, two of which were in the harbor. At twelve o'clock we all went to Music Hall where they sang my Battle Hymn. The Governor and Mayor and Colonel Harry Lee spoke. Willie James gave the oration and Booker Washington really made the address of the day, simple, balanced, and very eloquent. I had a visit yesterday from Larz and Isabel [Anderson]. He told me much about you. Darling, this is a very poor letter, but much love goes with it. Affectionate Mothere. June 6.... Have writ a note to little John Jeffries, aet. six years, who sent me a note in his own writing, with a dollar saved out of
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 10: the last Roman winter 1897-1898; aet. 78 (search)
st recent criticism of either Old or New Testament. March 24. There is a third silent party to all our bargains. [Emerson.] I find this passage in his essay on Compensation to-day for the first time, having written my essay on Moral Triangulation of the Third Party some thirty years ago. March 26. Dined with Mrs. McCreary--the Duke of San Martino took me in to dinner-Monsignor Dennis O'Connell sat on the other side of me. I had an interesting talk with him. Mrs. McCreary sang my Battle Hymn. They begged me to recite The Flag, which I did. Mrs. Pearse, daughter of Mario and Grisi, sang delightfully. March 30. A fine luncheon party given by Mrs. Iddings, wife of the American Secretary of Embassy at the Grand Hotel. Mme. Ristori was there; I had some glimpses of reminiscence with her. I met her with La terribila Medea, which I so well remember hearing from her. I presently quoted her toast in La Locandiera, of which she repeated the last two lines. Maud had arranged to ha
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 11: eighty years 1899-1900; aet. 80-81 (search)
ay services held in Boston Theatre. it was the real thing. I never imagined possible such a genuine sweeping emotion as when that audience began to sing the Battle Hymn. if Boston was cold, it was thawed by the demonstration on Tuesday. Myron W. Whitney started to sing. He bowed to a box, in which we first recognized Mrs. Honce.... To Laura Oak Glen, September 6, 1899. . . here's a question. Houghton and Mifflin desire to print in the reminiscences. the rough draft of my Battle Hymn, which they borrowed, with some difficulty, from Charlotte Whipple, who begged it of me, years ago. I hesitate to allow it, because it contains a verse which I tle device pleased me foolishly. February 4. wrote a careful letter to W. F. Savage. He had written, asking an explanation of some old manuscript copy of my Battle Hymn and of the theft perpetrated of three of its verses in pen pictures of the War, only lately brought to my notice. He evidently thought these matters implied do
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 12: Stepping westward 1901-1902; aet. 82-83 (search)
ck to us to-day, and we see his radiant smile as he led her forward. It is only the older ones among us, he said, who have seen Dr. Howe, but there are hundreds here who will want to tell their children that they have seen the author of the Battle Hymn of the Republic. Part of her word was as follows:-- We have listened to-day to very heroic memories; it almost took away our breath to think that such things were done in the last century. I feel very grateful to the pupils and gradua This was a very distinguished honor. The conversation was rather literary. The President admires Emerson's poems, and also Longfellow and Sienkiewicz. He paid me the compliment of saying that Kipling alone had understood the meaning of my Battle Hymn, and that he admired him therefor. Wister proposed the baby's health, and I recited a quatrain which came to me early this morning. Here it is:--Roses are the gift of God, Laurels are the gift of fame; Add the beauty of thy life To the glory
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 13: looking toward sunset 1903-1905; aet. 84-86 (search)
in dressing quickly. With dear Flossy took 9 A. M. train for Boston. At Middletown station found the teachers from the West [Denver and Iowa], who started the Battle Hymn when they saw me approaching. This seemed to me charming. My man Michael, recognizing the tune, said: Mrs. Howe, this is a send-off for you! . . . She was us. In fact, she so rarely signed her own name in writing to us that when asked for autographs we were posed. Town Pump was no autograph for the author of the Battle Hymn ! There was another mince pie, a little, pretty one, which she saw at a Papeterie meeting, the last summer of her life; saw, coveted, secreted, with her hoste. November 12. I to attend meeting of Council of Jewish Women; say something regarding education. .... I was warmly received and welcomed, and recited my Battle Hymn by special request. This last gave me an unexpected thrill of satisfaction. The president said: Dear Mrs. Howe, there is nothing in it to wound us. I had fea
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 14: the sundown splendid and serene 1906-1907; aet. 87-88 (search)
ongregation, in which a number of white outsiders were mingled in with the people of the church.... Mrs. Jeter sang my Battle Hymn, the congregation joining in the Glory Hallelujah. I then read my screed, which was heard with profound attention, on 17. The Old South Chapter of D. A.R.'s, met in the real Old South Church; there was much good speaking. I recited my Battle Hymn and boasted my descent from General Marion, the Swamp Fox, saying also, When, eluding the vigilance of children and grd as I thought it. To my surprise, it told, and created the merriment which had been my object so far as I had any. My Battle Hymn was sung finely by a male quartette. Colonel Higginson and I were praised almost out of our senses. A calendar, got e a flash, she says, but had to be much thought over and corrected. And again, It was given to me something as was my Battle Hymn. . . . October 25. Wrote to a very bumptious child, thirteen years old, who proffers me her friendship and correspo
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 15: mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord 1908-1910; aet. 89-91 (search)
nvited to do so. August 28. Wrote an immediate reply to a Mrs.--, who had written to ask leave to use a part of my Battle Hymn with some verses of her own. I replied, refusing this permission, but saying that she should rewrite her own part sufficiently to leave mine out, and should not call it the Battle Hymn of the Republic. The metre and tune, of course, she might use, as they are not mine in any special sense, but my phrases not. After writing an article for the Delineator, on Whatnded me my diploma, while some third party placed a picturesque hood upon my shoulders. The band played the air of my Battle Hymn, and applause followed me as I went back to my seat. So there! Her companion on that occasion writes:-- She sing to an afternoon tea at a musical house, where, after listening to Schumann Romances and Chopin waltzes, and to the Battle Hymn on the 'cello, she was moved to give a performance of Flibbertigibbet. This occasion reminded her happily of her fath
S. J., II, 209, 228. Bartenders' Union, I, 391. Bartol, C. A., I, 221, 222, 234, 245, 286, 346; II, 127. Barton, Clara, II, 210, 215. Batcheller, Mrs., Alfred, II, 269. Batcheller, Mrs., Frank, II, 292. Battle Abbey, I, 4. Battle Hymn, I, 9, 173, 187, 188, 189, 190, 191, 230, 234; II, 108, 125, 136, 155, 191, 233, 250, 265, 273, 279, 311, 327, 349, 351, 354, 365, 381, 392, 411, 412. Baur, F. C., I, 329, 332, 333, 335, 356. Bayard, T. F., II, 96. Beach, H. P., II, 6lowers, 136-44, of Words for the Hour, 144, and of The World's Own, 144-45; edits paper for her children, 162-64; trip to Cuba, 173-76; publication of A Trip to Cuba, 176; Tribune letters, 176; birth and death of second son, 178-84; writing of Battle Hymn, 186-91; visit to the army, 192, 193; removal to Chestnut St., 194; philosophical studies and essays, 195-202, 206, 208, 213-19, 222, 224, 225, 227, 229-31, 236, 249, 250-53, 259; writing of Hippolytus, 203-05; edits Boatswain's Whistle, 210-1
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, XI (search)
, and the Bigelow Papers, of course, stand collectively for his humor. Emerson's The Problem—containing the only verses by a living author hung up for contemplation in Westminster Abbey—still stands as the highwater mark of his genius, although possibly, so great is the advantage possessed by a shorter poem, it may be superseded at last by his Daughters of Time. No one doubts that Bayard Taylor will go down to fame, if at all, by his brief Legend of Balaklava, and Julia Ward Howe by her Battle Hymn of the Republic. It is, perhaps, characteristic of the even and well-distributed muse of Whittier that it is less easy to select his high-water mark; but perhaps My Playmate comes as near to it as anything. Bryant's Waterfowl is easily selected, and so is Longfellow's Wreck of the Hesperus, as conveying more sense of shaping imagination than any other, while Evangeline would, of course, command the majority of votes among his longer poems. In some cases, as in Whitman's My Captain, t
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899, Chapter 12: the Church of the Disciples: in war time (search)
and sacred of her memories. It would be impossible for me to say how many times I have been called upon to rehearse the circumstances under which I wrote the Battle Hymn of the Republic. I have also had occasion more than once to state the simple story in writing. As this oft-told tale has no unimportant part in the story of mand that the Union soldiers had, on the contrary, achieved an important victory. At this good news they all rejoiced, and presently made the walls ring with my Battle Hymn, which they sang in chorus, Chaplain McCabe leading. The lecturer recited the poem with such effect that those present began to inquire, Who wrote this Battle Battle Hymn? It now became one of the leading lyrics of the war. In view of its success, one of my good friends said, Mrs. Howe ought to die now, for she has done the best that she will ever do. I was not of this opinion, feeling myself still full of days' works, although I did not guess at the new experiences which then lay before me.
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